Toll House Lied To You {But don’t worry…I won’t}

Aaahhhh Monday. The day where you want to chuck your computer out the window. Thank god my home “office” doesn’t have any windows, or Darla would be long gone by now. One hour after finishing work and my eyes were stinging. My bum hurt. And I smelled like salty, dead pig due to the fact that I’d consumed an entire pack of salami while sitting at my desk. I was grouchy and sore, and decided the best thing to do would be to go for a run and clear my head. {{I know what some of you are probably thinking: dat pyscho skinny puta! who does that when they’re tired. But, honestly, this is a new routine for me that actually helps shake all those work jitters away…so please don’t stereotype me as “healthy”…like, you DON’T even KNOW me!}}. By the end of it, I had turned from uptight worker-Rachael to sweaty, red Rachael. My skin felt like a rain-soaked windshield and I could barely pant out enough syllables to compose a sentence in Yiddish….let alone Spanish. On my way home, I saw my roommate Katarina at the neighboring grocer,  and decided it would be a great idea to buy ingredients to bake some chocolate chip cookies. I figured I could make a cute meal with even cuter cookies, and blog about how domestic I am.

Well, wow. I haven’t baked {or really cooked, to be honest} in quite a long time. And here I was, in a foreign grocery store, looking for …..baking soda. After realizing gaseosa de horneando wasn’t translating into anything besides rubbish, I decided to stop embarrassing myself and just buy the other necessities: sugar, flour, eggs, butter, and of course, CHOCOLATE! Katarina and I then returned home, and I began my baking extravaganza.

I was searching for a chocolate chip cookie recipe, and found one from Toll House promising these amazing, chocolate speckled pastries. SOLD! I couldn’t wait to show off to my roommates what I was about to reveal.  I was so hungry from my run however, that I began cooking at the same time to put dinner on the table {or at least just in my single stomach}. Simultaneously I had cookies burning in the oven, stovetop chicken going up in flames, and pasta boiling over in the pot.



….Well, it wasn’t that bad, but it was pretty hectic. First off, I am not dainty. Never have been, and probably won’t ever be. So by the time the cookie dough was ready, I had flour all down my workout top and leggings, and dough in my hair. My roommate spent ten minutes lighting our gas oven, whose handle you have to hold down for a good 3-minutes straight if you want it to even think about turning on. With the chicken cooking on the stove and the cookies in the oven, it suddenly smelled like something was burning. I took off all my lids and peeked at all the baking sheets, but everything looked fine. And then, I realized the cookies were turning into more of a pancake-looking blob rather than the “Toll House Classics” guaranteed by the recipe’s description. I tried making my dollops of dough larger before plopping them on the cookie sheets, but that only tended to make bigger blobs rather than thick cookies. I guess that’s what happens when you don’t add baking soda.

The resulting product: a delicious spinach pasta with garlic-herb chicken and fresh parmesan {gracias, Gen!} and….chocolate-chip blobs. I named them my “Magic Skinny Cookies” or “Galletitas Flacas.” Regardless of their appearance, they’re delicious! And there’s  tons, so feel free to come over and enjoy.


After all this, you know what? I felt SO much better. Taking the time to occupy my hands on something other than a keyboard was a nice change. And even though my flat cookies would be an embarrassment to any talented Palermo pastry chefs; although some tasted like a block of butter sprinkled with chocolate chips; and regardless of the fact half fell to crumbs before making it onto the final platter…I felt better. Just another good little reminder that it’s about the journey and not the destination.

Below I’ve included  THE REAL RECIPE for these cookies.

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As far as the recipe to find your way back to sanity? 1 part fresh air + a little bit of physical work + a whole lot of deep breathing, and you’ve got yourself a recipe to success. And probably 7 parts of stay-away-from-Rachael’s-cooking, because that could cause serious damage to a level head.

Besos my gente!

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